Three beautiful things most days.
1. A day of parcels.
2. I bring my new stickers up to show Alec and he selects some for his laptop.
3. Honeysuckle has scrambled over the willow in the car park and over next door's back wall. The scent lies in our garden.
1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...
